Smoke Chains (300)

ruefle:

cars lined outside
mottled yellow light
cascading rain
disconsolate window

sink into your skin
spin memories in poetry
sleep like a sinner
wake up feeling like a saint

smoke chains on lips
sail across the bright blue
of the new day 

remember you
from a distant yesterday 

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mad lucas

8 years

paradise lost

i see you in a dream

i go to touch but hesitate 

you’re a ghost

spectre haunts me 

i still hear your voice

singing and crooning in my ears

your fingers strum the cords 

i recall with my eyes that deep focus

concentrating on the melody 

my how i miss you.

i bragged

wasn’t trying to make you feel less

i just wanted you to see i was okay

with or without you near me

i was lying

when you left i was never okay

my thoughts rest on you daily.

i want to tell you…

i did a bad thing recently

i let someone into my palace walls

to stroll the garden path 

i lept in memory of you

remembering that loss

that missed adventure

displacement is what that was

feeling like there was more

than there was…

but really… 

i am for no one.

my heart beats for a dead man.

how funny is that?

~Zee

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there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than
too late.
Charles Bukowski (via howfreeitis)

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jerrybennett:

Vader and Harley- Ink and Color Marker
My Latest Commission. Not sure I would’ve thought to put these two together. :)

jerrybennett:

Vader and Harley- Ink and Color Marker

My Latest Commission. Not sure I would’ve thought to put these two together. :)

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tiltedcanvas:

Build a fire from nothing and let the flames lick at your ankles and skirts while shadows dance around you, mocking, teasing and seducing. Music wrapping around you in only your mind, matching the crackle of the wicked flames. After you have done this, THEN tell me you have lived.

The Phoenix rises,and with it, a triad of assassins.

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